I was dismayed when I read the sign that said the lift won't work. I'd have to go up three floors to get to my bank. I wasn't sure if my dodgy knees could take it. I climbed the stairs wearily cursing my luck. I felt angrier that I had let myself turn into self-pitying sexless middle aged man. After much effort I had managed to reach just the first floor....
I am writing about my Indian college. I will reveal many truths about the Indian education system by narrating my experience in college. It is in a little town. It is more than a hundred year old arts college. Subjects like Sociology, Psychology, Philosophy, Geography, English, Sanskrit, History, Hindi, and Home Science are taught here. Admission's Process...
Mike's flight from Bali to Singapore had been uneventful giving him just under two hours to remember the fabulous pussy he had fucked the day before. He could still almost taste her fleshy labia and the way her mouth tasted after she had licked him off. His connecting Air India flight to Bombay was packed with Indians returning from Singapore loaded with sho...
Justine accompanies her Mistress, Jasmine, to a Trade Show as her assistant. Though Justine tries her best to please her Mistress, Jasmine's high standards may prove to be more than Justine can meet. This story can stand on its own, but reading "Justine and Jasmine: First Meeting" will provide a little more insight into the two main characters. And thank y...
This is my first posting in this forum. I hope this story will continue through to completion. Please be patient with me as I am new to this. This story is about Dominance and Submission. If you do not like this topic, please look elsewhere for your reading pleasure. Please feel free to contact me with any questions or matters where you feel I may be of as...
(Read the series Good morning India for the background of Kira's adventures) * Linda was wearing a violet saree with a matching choli. She was barefoot and Rajiv had forbidden her to wear a bra or knickers, in order to emphasize her modesty, Rajiv had explained. The young woman who had just been denied the use of her own name entered and saluted Kira and h...
Author's Notes: This story is about a relationship between a mature woman and a (frankly) old man. Although some erotic encounters took place between them, readers looking for quick, "fast & furious" action will probably be better off looking elsewhere. Readers looking for a good story will, I hope, find this one enjoyable. Readers who find menstrual sex...
Author's Notes: *"Chakkar" is a multipurpose colloquial Hindi word, in the present context meaning "affair". To get the best out of this story, I suggest that you should read Ch. 01-08 of "My Chakkar With SC" before reading on. **** Those days I was in the process of giving up smoking. I had been a smoker for more than 15 years and had acquired a persi...
I love New York. It's not because of the tall buildings that make me look up into the sky like a lost tourist. It's not because of the sexy Jewish boys coming out of the synagogues on Saturdays. It's because when I'm there I can be with my best friend. Irene is my best-est best friend. When we are together, rain or shine, it's like we are kids again. Kids.....
Aishwarya's brown anus was completely coated in my saliva and with the constant tongue probing and peeling her ass cheeks apart, the anal rosebud was relaxed and opening somewhat wider. 15 minutes ago it was tightly shut and now it seemed ready to be invaded. My cock was completely erect and throbbing looking at Aishwarya's luscious ass cheeks spread apart...